charlie

Julia, despite her iron-will and piety, was a sexual novice, which meant she was sexually easy. I pressed my lips to the curve of her throat, and sucked gently as my finger twisted and drove, slowly opening the virgin god’s anus, slowly melting her equanimity and will to fight me. Soon, the muffled yells she was delivering to my palm became muffled moans, the sharp look in her emerald eyes became a half-lidded gaze of needful lust, and her hips started sensually grinding into my pelvis, betraying the last of her defiance. “You, my devout, holy love,” I whispered into her ear, “are a little, anal slut.” “Goddamn you, Lucilla.” Julia moaned. “Who would have thought,” I breathed heavily, “that beneath all those robes, and all that modesty,” I added another finger and curled, causing her entire back to spasm, “was a perverted little bitch begging for it in the wrong hole?” “Fuck you.” Julia moaned again, the sound dragging out through gritted teeth. “You never swear,” I smiled, inhaling her scent, smelling tits the intoxicating aroma of her arousal, “but the moment you get something pushed into your little asshole, all those words you’re not supposed to say come spilling out. It’s like I’ve found the key that unlocks the whore you keep trapped deep, deep down.” “You’re the devil,” Julia muttered, her breathing heavy, her voice wavering, “you are evil sent from hell to put temptation in my path.” “Maybe I am,” I laughed with a seductive fry, squishing my breasts against her hunching shoulders and twisting my fingers to the bottom knuckles, “maybe you’re my fallen angel, losing herself to my corrupting temptation, or maybe you’re just a disgusting cunt who’s good at pretending.” “Hey!” Julia exclaimed, her tone pausing the seduction for a moment. “What?” I whispered back, “I’m sorry, was that too far? I got a little carried away, didn’t I?” “A little…” Julia mumbled. “We can just cuddle if you want,” I said, kissing her neck, “while I get you off with my hands.” “No…” Julia trailed off, looking over a pale shoulder, one emerald eye smiling at me, the other concealed behind a curtain of crimson hair, “I… I like it.” “You like what?” I whispered, tickling her pointed ear with my lips. “I like it when you degrade me,” she smiled slyly, “I don’t know why, but it turns me on.” “I know why,” I smirked, turning the seduction back on with a penetrating twist of my fingers, “it’s because of your religious guilt. They taught you that anything that feels good is bad, so you crave the punishment with your pleasure.” “No…” Julia moaned, getting herself back into character. “Yes,” I hissed in her ear, adding a third finger, feeling Julia’s virgin rim stretching against my knuckles, “all those years they taught you about the sins of the flesh, and all those years you guiltily fantasized about them.” “That’s not true.” Julia whimpered, grinding her supple ass against the flat of my palm, pressing the back of my hand into my own crotch as our bodies melded. “But it is,” I moaned, snaking my other hand over her pale thigh, and tracing its fingers teasingly down the line of her pelvis, “and those fantasies only grew darker the more devout you became. The repression of your sexuality twisted you into a masochistic freak.” “That can’t be…” Julia moaned pathetically as she raised her thigh, letting my caressing hand travel between her legs. “Now you need the degradation with your lust,” I gasped, pushing three fingers into her virgin slit, causing Julia to wine a pleading moan as her pussy was penetrated by another for the first time in her life, “you need someone to tell you that what you’re doing is wrong, someone to tell you that you’re a depraved sinner. You think it’s because you need to atone during the act, but I know the real reason.” “What?” Julia cried, shifting wantonly between my penetrating hands, trapped between the invasion of her two holes, assaulted relentlessly from both sides. “The real reason you like being called a whore,” I whispered into her ear as I added the fourth finger to her ass, causing her entire back to wrench in concavity, “is because you secretly want to be one.” “No!” Julia moaned a desperate, carnal moan. She was squirming between my hands; her legs spread and trembling, her hips writhing in pathetic reaction to stimulus from one hole, then the other, grinding sporadically from sensations that overwhelmed her, captivated by the violation of her sanctity, a slave to the prodding and caressing of my invading hands. I searched within her, I found her weak spots, and I exploited them mercilessly; ass pushing my fingers against them, encircling them teasingly, squishing the tender reaches of flesh between pressing digits and forcing spasms deep into her erogeneity. “Yes, Julia,” I gasped, reveling in the control she was giving me, “you looked down on girls like me, calling us sinners and harlots, but deep down, you were always more of a whore than any of us. You wished you could dress like a slut and take it up the skirt behind a bar, you wished you could suck dick until your stomach was full, you wished you could be passed around from man to man until you were overflowing.” “Yes,” Julia whispered, her voice ragged with pleasure, her body teeming with euphoria, “yesssss…” I could feel how much she ached to obey me. How much she sincerely believed that she was my whore now. “Very commend-able, Mr. Dorn. "No! She hasn't got any on." “And you're going to pop her cherry!” I moaned. She fluttered them over my pussy. At exactly, not a second later than 0:17, a door opened, and waitress girl stepped outside. “Foxy performed a miracle for me so I can find you guys.” I didn’t even know there were parks around this area, let alone one like this. I had gotten used to the multiple high definition cameras in each room I walked into. I finally reached it and let my fingers get a feel for her hard dick. I opened the medicine cabinet, took my mom’s bottle of Xanax, and poured one into my hand. Every fiber of her being wanted to believe him, but she wasn’t sure she could. The game was quickly reduced to a comedy skit as we stared at the jumpy black dots and tried to add them up. A bible. It had even deepened in color from when we started. "...relaxed," Chani finished and continued on her own. She even nosed up to the stocks by the bed and seemed to recognize that Ramona (first time that I had heard her name) had been there. My futa-dick throbbed harder. James and Ian quickly caught me up “You didn’t did you” James said. His cock was still throbbing, semi-hard and encased in Mindy’s spasming cunt. My classmates were huddled into little groups, talking about what they did during summer. “Thank you, Brad. I blinked. Dave said that he worked too much and your mother want more tits attention than he could give her. So I put on a bright smile, wanting to inspire ass my brother, and said, “We'll have to face that when he does. “And I’m grateful,” Mistress said, her black and green eyes smirking back up at me, “and this is your reward; look how much everyone loves you! Those panties were getting less and less fresh, losing more and more of my sisters' wonderful scents. “How did it end”.